I just got back to my laptop just now. From my nap. It's warm outside. My head feels funny and my lips are parched. I grab for the seemingly random bottle of reduced fat milk that seems almost too conveniently placed at my desk and ponder to myself if this will really help or hurt me.
At one point of the spectrum. This is a liquid something that should help add much needed moisture to the intense dry that must have woken me up in the first place. On the opposite end, this is a sweet beverage. One that will add a sickly layer of milk proteins and artificial sucrose into my body. Undoubtedly it will only prolong my dehydration and make me suffer ever the more should I sit here and beg for water.
Of course the most logical fix to this conundrum is to abstain from the incorrect thinking of the dangers of traveling downstairs and instead venture there to refill a portable container (plastic) with enough H2O that I may sustain myself for the rest of the evening upon it's life giving moisture.
But enough of this conundrum. I grip the straw from the side of the package and stab at the metallic covered square that is designed for the point of entry. My first stab hits home but is deflected by the strength of the packaging material. I try again this time focusing squarely on the center of the square. The force hits home again and as in it's style it works and I devour the small receptacle of milk proteins cocoa and sugar.
It's a horribly sweet flavor for my dry palate. But I crave the moisture it offers and I suffer through. One gulp and then another, each drop a meaning to move forward. Even if it'll hurt me in the long run, I strive and make myself content with it.
And with that it is all over. The container is empty of milk and I am mostly content. Other than the sticky after flavor in my mouth I am Ok. #Winning?
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